Always. | Daniel Larusso X reader

A/n- There is talking about ED's!!! Please read carefully if you're sensitive<3

I walked through the halls trying to find a way to class through the sea of people. I soon found my classroom. I walked in to see Jane and Daniel talking. "Hey y/n! Come sit with us," Jane called to me. I sat my stuff down at my desk and headed over towards the two. "We we're just talking about Thanksgiving, what are you doing?" she asked. I shrugged. "I haven't really put any though towards Thanksgiving. My mom is usually working, so I just stay home. What do you have in mind?" She glanced at Daniel smiling. "Well," she began "what if we had friendsgiving? My parents usually go out so we can do it at my house." "And my mom has to work so I'll be free," Daniel butted in. "That sounds great! We need to figure out what all we need first." I pulled out a notebook and a pen. I started by writing down turkey, cranberry sauce, and stuffing. "Okay, I have turkey, cranberry sauce, and stuffing. Anything else you guys want?" I asked. "I could bring baked beans?" Daniel suggested. "Yeah. I can bring green bean casserole. Who's making desert?" Jane said. "I'll make desert. I can make my mom's famous banana pudding," I said. I wrote down who was making what and what we would need. I planned to go to the store Wednesday.

Ringggg!!!

The bell rung and I went back to my seat. "Okay everyone, today we will be doing a project based on human anatomy. You will make a 3-D project with a partner showing the human anatomy. This project should take about a month and I will be assigning partners," Mr. Harris erased the board from the previous day. Everyone groaned, including me. Mr. Harris always assigned the worst partners possible. "If I hear another groan, I'll make you work by yourself." We all stopped groaning. Working by yourself for this project would be impossible. "Okay here are the partners. Please listen for your name. Racheal and Max, Jane and Allison, Y/n and Daniel..." Me and Daniel immediately looked at each other. He playfully winked. I shook my head and started to laugh. Maybe Mr. Harris didn't assign the worst partners ever. I just go lucky with this one.

As class ended, I walked towards my locker to grab my things for the next class. Daniel leaned up against my locker as I shut it. "I got lucky this time," he said. I kissed him. "Yes you did. You could've been stuck with Ali for goodness sakes." Daniel put his arm around me. He pulled sunglasses out from his pocket that complimented his outfit and put them on. "Look," he said "I'm the coolest boyfriend ever." "You're a dork," I said snatching them off and putting them on. "Fine. They look better on you though, I'll give you that." "I look better in this glasses than The Daniel Larusso?" I asked putting my hand over my heart. "Yes, you do." He grabbed my waist tickling me. I squealed. "Daniel stop. People are staring." "Then let them stare." He kissed me.

Eventually, class ended and it was time for lunch. I met Jane and Daniel in the lunch line. I barely had anything on my plate. I was feeling self conscious since I would be a flyer at practice. If I ate, I would feel fat. Daniel noticed I barely had anything on my plate. "Y/n, why aren't you eating anything? You barely have anything on your plate?" Jane looked over at my plate. "Y/n, you need to eat. It's not good to not eat." I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine, guys. I'm just not hungry." I followed Daniel and Jane to the lunch table. I zoned out barely listening to the conversation. "I'm going to go tp the bathroom," I heard Jane say. "Y/n?" Daniel said snapping his fingers in my face. "What?" "Your not eating because you're a flyer, aren't you? You'll feel fat if you do." I looked down at my plate avoiding eye contact. I felt tears form. He lifted my head up. "Isn't it?" he asked again. "Yeah." I sniffled. He scooted closer to me pulling me into a hug. "Y/n, you're not fat. You're completely healthy. You don't have to be insecure, you're beautiful the way you are. I don't want you to develop an eating disorder and become sick. I care about you, a lot." He kissed my head. "Eat for me, okay?" he asked. "I'm sorry. I'm just really insecure," I said wiping my tears. "I love you for you, and you should too. I'll help you through this. I just don't want you to get sick." I nodded and took a bit of my lunch.